//------------------------------// // We've Got Trouble ... // Story: I Am Twilight Sparkle // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// "Um ... yeah, I lost all of it," she said almost meekly. "But as easily as you made that chunk of gold, you can always make more, right?" "Perhaps you didn't hear me properly when I told you after making that thing that it took a LOT of magic out of me -- I have been feeling drained pretty much the whole day, mostly just sleeping in order to recover some of my magic. Please don't ask me to make more of it -- I asked you to save some of that money so we could pay off the house, but instead you went and gambled it all away. I'm really disappointed in you, Brenda," I said as I drifted back off to sleep. She leaned over and wrapped her left arm around my mid-section and kissed me on my forehead under my horn, though she had to lift my forelock to do so. "I still love you, Mike," she whispered in my ear as she laid down to sleep, cuddling me from behind. It was difficult for me to return the sentiment, but I told her I loved her as well as I drifted into another dream. I was still amazed that my dreams were as vivid as they were now -- I halfway wondered if being transformed into a pony had something to do with the substantially more lucid dreams I was having, or if I was actually participating in those dreams. I still worried that getting hurt in my dreams would translate to my sleeping form and didn't want to find out the hard way if that was the case. I found myself standing at the front of a small building that looked like a carousel and rang the doorbell. A certain white unicorn greeted me enthusiastically upon answering the door, inviting me inside as she smiled very broadly. "Twilight, darling, I have some new styles you simply must model for me!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Anything for a friend," I replied calmly. She hurriedly escorted me to her workroom and fitted me several times in various outfits, some of them looking absolutely outrageous, causing her to giggle and laugh, and me to blush in embarrassment. "Rarity, there is something I was wanting to ask you," I offered, almost apprehensively. "What is it, dear?" she asked, still smiling at the most recent outfit I was still wearing -- I hadn't paid too much attention to the last one she put on me, though I thought the frilly blue silk saddle was a bit over the top. I saw the alabaster mare lick her lips in almost eager anticipation as she examined me, her eyes drifting lazily over my flanks. "Well, I'm not sure how to put this, Rarity, but ... what do you know about humans?" I asked as I saw her smile falter for just a moment. "Darling, I thought you were the resident expert on such matters! Why would you ask me such a question?" "Rarity, I have a bit of a confession -- I'm in a dream state, I think -- and before yesterday, I actually was a human before being transformed into Twilight Sparkle," I said. I watched her expression change slightly, but she regained her composure just a second later. "Twilight, darling, don't be ridiculous! I've known you for how long? I know you'd never confess to such a silly thing!" she exclaimed in an attempt to dismiss any thought that her friend was not who she thought she was. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Rarity. Maybe I've just been studying too hard or too long, had my head in a strange book too long or something," I chuckled nervously. "You have been known to pull all-nighters, darling, and you just need some rest -- and I know just the place for it! My bedroom!" she grinned wickedly as she licked her lips suggestively again, pulling me up the stairs to her boudoir. I melted away again at this point, something that left her feeling quite disappointed. Brenda nudged me awake, wanting me to shower with her for some reason -- I guess she might have wanted to work some shampoo into my coat of fur, but I decided to go along with it. I trotted to the bathtub, putting my fore-legs on the front, but before I could go any further, Brenda lifted my back end and dumped me into the tub. I quickly used my telekinesis to keep myself from falling, levitating above the tub floor as my magic aura was shaped into four large translucent magenta hands holding me firmly. Brenda was rather shocked by this display, but got into the tub anyway and turned on the water to a relative warmth, though for me it was not as warm as I liked. She took a bottle of shampoo and worked a lather into my coat, her fingers massaging away tension and aches I didn't know I had. I moaned in pleasure at the sensation as I had no idea my wife was as talented with her hands as she was. I slumped to the tub floor, the pleasurable feeling of the massage working a magic of its own on me. Brenda giggled at my reaction, then decided to shampoo my mane and tail as well. I don't know how long she washed me as I allowed the sensation of being washed to overwhelm all other concerns, including any form of vocal restraint as I succumbed to the overload of pleasure. I had no idea I was that sensitive to her touch as I melted under it, vocalizing my happiness perhaps a bit too loudly as Xaviera knocked on the door, asking me to keep it down. I blushed in embarrassment and apologized loudly to the young lady. Not content to soap me up and rinse me off, another wicked idea came to her as she grabbed hold of my horn again and rapidly ran her hand up and down its length. "Stop, Brenda! Don't do this again, please!" I begged her. "Oh, you're no fun, Mike!" she chuckled and released her grip on my horn. "Okay, out you go, now dry off while I wash off." I was shocked as she lifted me out of the tub and set me on the bathroom floor mat. I had no idea she was that strong, but went ahead and toweled off. I brushed my teeth at this point, though I had to levitate my body to use the sink. After brushing my teeth, Brenda finished up in the shower, turning off the water and toweling off herself. It might have been my imagination, but she appeared to be a bit younger than I remembered. I narrowed my eyes at her a little and lit my horn, using a spell to dispel illusions and was shocked to see that Brenda was not human, but rather ... Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings. "Oh, shit -- what's SHE doing here?!" I thought as I galloped out of the bathroom and down the stairs as quickly as possible.